Page 15 of Breaking Rules
“She doesn’t know anything,” he said. “I’ll tell her what happened when the news is released, but I’m going to keep it matter-of-fact. I don’t want her to be scared to go to school.”
“I’m glad she didn’t hear or see anything,” I said.
“What about you?” His voice dropped an octave lower. “How are you doing with it?”
“I’m all right,” I said honestly. “Once I heard what’d really happened, it made a difference. I’ve mostly been worried about the kids.”
An awkward silence stretched between us for several seconds before he spoke again.
“What did you do today?”
I didn’t blame him for not wanting to discuss anything else serious. Not over the phone. We needed to keep things light.
Which meant curtailing what I’d done rather than telling him about what was going on with Soleil. That was okay, though. I was invested in his daughter, so of course, I wanted to know how she was doing. Alec didn’t know Soleil.
“After I texted you, I ran some errands. Nothing exciting.”
“And what are you doing right now?”
“Fixing my lesson plans for next week.”
“That’s true, you would need to adapt when there’s a change in schedule.”
“That’s why teachers both love and hate snow days,” I joked. “What about you? What are you doing right now?”
“Talking to you.”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “I’m surprised you’re not using this time to work.”
“To be honest, lass,” he said with a chuckle, “I am too.”
Warmth flooded me. He’d chosen talking to me over work. “Are you finally admitting you might need time to relax?”
“Maybe…” he said slowly.
“You’re forgetting,” I said, my voice deepening unconsciously, “that I know just how tense you get.”
Memories came flooding back. The way he’d felt under my hands, hard muscle, and warm skin. The scent of sandalwood and him – a scent that I had craved ever since. My first glimpse of that magnificent body stretched out on my table. The way his erection, hidden beneath an almost-too-small towel, had caused my pussy to throb even before I knew what it felt like to have him inside me.
“That’s right, lass.” His voice deepened in turn, his accent thickening with each word. “You do. And you ken how to fix it better than anyone.”
I shivered, muscles low in my belly tightening. “I really hope you’re not just talking about my massage technique.”
“As enjoyable as that was, no, it’s not what I’m referencing.” After a long pause, he asked, “Are you alone?”
“Yeah, I’m in my room.” I finished the sentence before understanding hit me.
Oh.
“What are you wearing?”
A bolt of lust went through me. “Pajamas.”
“More.”
I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. And that I was wearing probably the unsexyist thing ever. “A tank top that saysI like big bookson it and a pair of yoga pants.”
He chuckled, and it was easily the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard. “I’ll be wanting you to wear those sometime.”